Quinn’s growl was the only warning she got before he lifted her and tossed her onto the bed. Aubry squealed, the sound barely getting past her lips before he was there, covering her. A man that size had no business moving that fast. It just wasn’t fair. She opened her mouth to tell him as much, but he kissed her, stealing her words. “We covered this last time you were coming around my fingers.”
“Did we?”
He froze, a slow grin spreading over his mouth that made her stomach flip-flop. “You’re baiting me.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are. You’re provoking a response on purpose.” He thrust against her, his damn jeans a barrier that was as infuriating as it was hot. “You like seeing me jealous.” He cupped her breast, pinching her nipple lightly. “You like me losing control at the thought of another man’s hands on you.”
“Nope.”
If anything, his grin widened. “You liked what I did earlier—no, you loved it. You would have loved it even more if he’d walked in before we were finished.”
Her entire body went tight at the thought of that guy walking in while Quinn was working her, his fingers inside her, his mouth against her ear as he growled filthy things. She tried and failed for a nonchalant shrug. “It was okay.”
“Okay, my ass.” He reached over and brought the hotel phone onto the bed next to them. “Order room service.”
Aubry blinked. “What?”
“I didn’t stutter.” He picked up the phone and handed it to her. “Unless you don’t know what you want.”
“I know.” She always got the same thing—cheeseburger and fries, hold the pickles. What she didn’t know was what game he was playing, because there was some game afoot. Nerves erupted in her stomach, the feeling only making her hotter.
“Good.” He ran his hand down her side. “I want the rib eye. Loaded baked potato—extra cheese.”
“Order for yourself.” It was a token protestation and not even a strong one.
He pressed the button to call room service and slid down her body. Her eyes went wide when she realized his intentions. “You can’t be serious. I’m—” She broke off when his mouth made contact with her clit, a moan slipping free. “Oh God, Quinn.”
“I’ll give you something special if you don’t mess up our order.”
There was no chance of that happening, not with him delivering those devastatingly long licks up her center. She tried to focus on the ringing phone, her mind going terrifyingly blank when a pleasant voice said, “Guest services.”
What was she supposed to be doing? Oh, right. Food. “Uh, I’d…” She took a deep breath, looking everywhere but at him. It didn’t help. “I’d like to make an order.”
“Of course, ma’am. One moment.”
She pressed the phone to her chest in an effort to muffle the sound of her moaning as Quinn fucked her with his tongue. He spread her legs wide and up, baring her completely, and parted her folds with his thumbs. “You’re as pretty here as you are everywhere else.”
Oh my fucking God.
“Ma’am?” The tinny voice made her realize that she still had the phone to her chest.
“Yes. I’m sorry.” She tried to glare at Quinn, but he pushed two fingers into her, making her eyes roll back in her head.
“This is Ms. Aubry Kaiser?”
“Yes.” She lifted her hips, not sure if she was trying to get away or get closer.
“In room 1232?”
“That’s, ah, right.”
“Perfect. What can I get for you?”
Aubry almost cried out when Quinn took his fingers away. She raised her head, her breath stalling in her throat at the sight of him unbuttoning his jeans and shoving them down his hips, freeing his cock. While she watched, he picked up a condom from the nightstand and rolled it on, never taking his eyes off her.
“Ma’am?”
“Oh. Right. Sorry.” She scooted away from him, shaking her head, but he grinned and snagged her heel, pulling her back to the edge of the bed. She’d have to talk fast if she wanted to get this order out of the way before he started fucking her. “I’d like a cheeseburger, hold the pickles. And—”
“Would you like fries or onion rings for a dollar upcharge?”
Quinn’s cock notched in her entrance. “Fries.” She watched him push into her, his cock disappearing inch by inch as it filled her. “Oh God.”
“Ma’am? Is everything okay?”
“Yes.” She arched her back, trying to take him deeper. “I need… I need a steak.”
I’ll give you a steak, Quinn mouthed, his big hands kneading her ass, coaxing her legs even farther apart.
“How would you like that cooked?”
She stared into his blue eyes, trying to connect the words in her ear with the man currently inside her. “Your steak? How do you want it cooked?”
“Rare.” He pulled out and shoved into her hard enough to make her breasts bounce.
“Rare.” It came out as a breathy moan.
“And for your side?”
Quinn’s hand hovered over her clit, distracting her. What had the woman said? Oh, right, sides. “Potato. Loaded. Extra cheese.”
“Would you like anything to drink?”
“No.” She had to get off the phone and now. She was so close to coming, it felt like the top of her head might explode.
“Let m
e just repeat this back to you to ensure I have it all right.”
“Okay.” She watched Quinn’s cock slide in and out of her, the feeling making her want to close her eyes, but she didn’t want to miss a single second of this. The woman on the other line could have been speaking Greek for all she understood the words. “Sounds good.” She tossed the phone aside.
“That was rude.” Quinn hooked an arm under her and lifted her off the bed, turning and sitting on the edge with her in his lap, her legs around his waist. The new position had her clutching his shoulders, completely helpless as he lifted her and moved her on top of him. She started to unhook her ankles, but he shook his head. “Let your trusty steed do the work, peaches.”
She bit her lip. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”
“Not a chance.” His grin made her stomach flip. “Though I have to say, you can ride me any day.” He lifted her almost completely off his cock and slid her down inch by torturous inch. “I love feeling how tightly you clench around me.”
Hell, she kind of loved it, too. It didn’t matter that she’d proclaimed this fling had to end less than twelve hours ago. All that mattered was the feeling of completion she could sense just out of reach. She rolled her hips, trying to change the pace, but his hands on her ass meant he controlled everything, and he didn’t seem interested in anything but this slow and thorough fucking. “Quinn, please!”
“I like hearing you like this, knowing that I made you this crazy.” He sank in to the hilt. “You know what I think you like?”
“I bet…you’re going to…tell me.” She was panting, feeling more animal than human. Is orgasm deprivation a legitimate defense in murder? Because I might just kill him if he doesn’t let me come. “Quinn.”
“Not yet.” He kept them sealed together, holding her pinned to him with one arm around her waist and twisting his free hand through her hair to tilt her head back. “I figure we have twenty minutes before someone knocks on our door, bringing that food you just ordered.”